Disclaimer: Don't own……obviously….

A/N: Ok this is my first Yours, mine, and ours story and it is the second slash on this fandom. The other one is Forbidden Love by: FallingWithGrace and she is a fantastic author so go ahead and check it out. This is a ridiculously short chapter but it is a prologue anyways, so who cares. Now this is indeed slash, meaning male/male relationship. I could go into that whole "if you don't like it, don't read it" thing, but in all truth I really could care less if you flame me because flames are a pathetic excuse for anything constructive and they only make me laugh. So go ahead, leave me a flame saying how "Disgusting" this is (though I notice that half the people who leave flames don't know how to spell disgusting) if you have a problem with homosexual relationships….grow up , because I pity you. Other than that, feel free to leave a review. Much love!

TillThatTime

Opposites

Dylan North was unpredictable.

Throughout his years there had been many other words that had been used to describe the boy, but none of them ever seem to come quite as close. There were times when he would burst out laughing in quiet moments because thoughts of a previous joke would play out in his memories. There were days when he would stay in his room for hours on end because he had to get the cords to a song just right before anything else could be done. Some found his randomness to be infuriating and unreasonable but he would just smirk at their annoyance and say in a voice that could be perceived as smug at best, "I'm predictable in the fact that I am unpredictable."

He was comfortable being the way he was. He was happy with the fact that no one ever really knew what to expect from him. He didn't need people to tell him what he wanted to be when he grew up or how he should act in the time being because Dylan North didn't believe that life should be run on clocks and schedules.

Dylan North was laidback.

However, if there was ever an opposite to him, it was William Beardsly. Where Dylan liked chaos, William preferred order. Where Dyaln preferred art, William liked books. It was never really a task to see that the two boys were the complete polar opposites of each other. It was never really a novelty that the they seemed fight constantly. Even after all eighteen kids had called a truce and the family was living a more 'orderly' life, the two boys seemed to constantly bicker about everything there was to bicker about.

Whether it was about clothing style or music taste, Dylan and William refused to get along. They didn't actually hate each other but there was a strong air of annoyance that seemed to be constantly surrounding the two.

Everyone in the entire household knew that agreeing was something that seemed to be far out of reach for Dylan and William, but what they didn't know was that each boy held a certain 'curiosity" for the other boy. What the rest of the family didn't see was the looks that Dylan would give William when his back was turned. What the rest of the family didn't hear was the soft, unmistakable sound of Dylan's name slipping off of William's lips during a dream.

They preferred to continue on bickering because it was simpler to be angry. It was simpler to yell out harsh words of annoyance. It was simpler to fight rather than stare and dream.

Both knew that it was there, they just refused to acknowledge it. So they would continue to go on fighting and yelling and disagreeing and proving to the world that they just couldn't get along, because they wished that things were really like that.